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Personal Narrative-Let Me Wash Your Feet

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Let Me Wash Your Feet Our group checked in sharply at 9:30, or at least the plan was to be finished by 9:30; however 14 checked suit cases later and rallying up 9 group member was quite the challenge for us. Quickly rushing to security only to stand in lengthy lines, I wondered where each person was going, why they were going, and questioning what is their story in life? The gentle kiss of new cultures revved up my adrenaline as all my senses engaged in the excitement of the airport. With the security checkpoint behind us we collected our belongings and placed each item in its rightful home. Suddenly someone yelled "TIMECHECK", it's approximately 10:25 boarding is at 10:50. Anxiety lingered in the air as we dashed through the airport to our gate, but of course we made time for a very quick coffee break. …show more content…

But the third day it seemed as if everything stopped and slowed down as we walked through the town of San Lorenzo I could almost feel the eyes pierce through my body, as almost as if it were a laser that drilled holes right through me. As I kept my head down and just kept walking, I thought why am I here? Is it even safe to be worshiping in such a place? Am I the only one who feels out of place? I happened to be in Ecuador the summer of 2014 on a mission trip, never had I dreamed that I would be so nervous to express my heart for Jesus. It is safe to say that the third night the whole trip changed including my thoughts, my nervousness, and my

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